From Twitter I’ve gleaned, had a hunch,
that a bunch have come for a munch
at this cafe, the Large Mouthful Crunch ˗
and some punch.

We’re meeting for a lunch launchBut we’re not launching a lunch.

The twibe says we’re all going Dutch
though they know I’m a really soft touch;
I order Pie Peasgood NonSuch.
There’s too much.

We’re meeting for a lunch launchBut we’re not launching a lunch.

Inside LMC there’s a stench
Not from a wench but a Mensch:
a zombie's come out of his trench ˗
for to quench.

We’re meeting for a lunch launchBut we’re not launching a lunch.

And now there’s a hold-up, a hitch ˗
some tweeters say it’s a glitch ˗
the zombie has started to itch
and to twitch.

We’re meeting for a lunch launchBut we’re not launching a lunch.

I dive for the big serving hatch,
but its shape mine doesn’t quite match,
and the haunch and the paunch they both catch ˗
and attach.

We’re meeting for a lunch launchBut we’re not launching a lunch.

The whole things a bit of a botch,
a regular Twitter hotch-potch
(there’s a terrible pain in my crotch)
Need a Scotch.

We’re meeting for a lunch launchBut we’re not launching a lunch.

So Twitters who go out to dine
To keep things right on cloud nine.
Leave the zombies at home
And don’t let them roam ˗
If you want to avoid being the equivalent of a gastronomic land-mine gag-line.

This piece of nonsense is the result of a tweet written by @GigaKath amongst those using the hashtag gigatowndunedin which read: that's the time we're aiming 4 but I'll confirm as I'm trying to organise food as well for #gigatowndun launch lunch